"Ay, so it will;" roared the old man, gnashing his teeth; "it will be Rainbow, and now make your best speed out of the forest, or I'll set my black dogs after you, ho, ho, ho! and they may chance to pull you down. Away!" He cried this last order with a glare so black, and so savage a shake of his huge fist, that Sir Bale, merely making his general bow to the group, clapped his hat on his head, and hastily began his retreat; but the same discordant voice yelled after him: "You'll want that, you fool; pick it up." And there came hurtling after and beside him a great leather bag, stained, and stuffed with a heavy burden, and bounding by him it stopped with a little wheel that brought it exactly before his feet. He picked it up, and found it heavy. Turning about to make his acknowledgments, he saw the two persons in full retreat; the profane old scoundrel in the bottle-green limping and stumbling, yet bowling along at a wonderful rate, with many a jerk and reel, and the slender lady in black gliding away by his side into the inner depths of the forest. So Sir Bale, with a strange chill, and again in utter solitude, pursued his retreat, with his burden, at a swifter pace, and after an hour or so, had recovered the point where he had entered the forest, and passing by the druidic stone and the mighty oak, saw down the glen at his right, standing by the edge of the lake, Philip Feltram, close to the bow of the boat. CHAPTER XXI Rindermere Feltram looked grim and agitated when Sir Bale came up to him, as he stood on the flat-stone by which the boat was moored. "You found him?" said he. "Yes." "The lady in black was there?" "She was." "And you played with him?" "Yes." "And what is that in your hand?" "A bag of something, I fancy money; it is heavy; he threw it after me. We shall see just now; let us get away." "He gave you some of his wine to drink?" said Feltram, looking darkly in his face; but there was a laugh in his eyes. "Yes; of course I drank it; my object was to please him." "To be sure." The faint wind that carried them across the lake had quite subsided by the time they had reached the side where they now were. There was now not wind enough to fill the sail, and it was already evening. "Give me an oar; we can pull her over in little more than an hour," said Sir Bale; "only let us get away." He got into the boat, sat down, and placed the leather bag with its heavy freightage at his feet, and took an oar. Feltram loosed the rope and shoved the boat off; and taking his seat also, they began to pull together, without another word, until, in about ten minutes, they had got a considerable way off the Cloostedd shore.